Dissonance

Okay,
Let’s be honest.

Is this the friendship you promised?

Sharp chords lacking,
Slacking the ties broken upon us.

Too long ago to remember,
Too soon to forget,
How the bonds that we broke,
Built the bridges back wet.

Now they’re dripping with grease,
Palms placed in hands,
Burning more than just bridges,
Stop burning me,
Man.

Now,
It’s a backbeat,
Back to beating me down,
Live your life rich with laughter,
Yeah,
Laugh it up,
Clown.

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